Link love: when someone tells you who they are, *believe them*
What a week...
* That jacket. Jesus. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self that when someone tells you who they are, believe them. Ideally the first time. I don't regret much, but I do regret the times that I ignored my intuition because of some sweet-talking guy, boss, friend, fill-in-the-blank. Trust yourself.
* This actually is America.
* In honor of Octavia Butler's birthday, a quote from her: "All that you touch, You Change. All that you Change Changes you. The only lasting truth is Change. God is Change."
* We're celebrating Pride here in San Francisco this weekend. You can't have Pride without Marsha P. Johnson.
* "But when it comes to helping young people understand their place in history, the shallow kaleidoscope of inspirational biography can’t help but imply that the only women worth remembering are those who stand alone. This narrative obscures the realities of women’s lives, downplays the costs of rebellion, and consigns whole communities to obscurity for lacking the spirit to rebel. This heroic version of history reflects a fundamentally masculine narrative of genius and exceptionalism that is the root cause of women’s underrepresentation in history books in the first place." Great piece in Slate.
* It's Day 81 of #The100DayProject, a global art project I co-lead with my friend Elle Luna. This week someone commented that in the wake of everything that's going on in the world, it feels frivolous to be doing her project. I'm glad she said it because it's been on my mind too – the world is falling apart and I'm pulling tarot cards? – but I genuinely believe that the work we do to bring truth, beauty, justice, equality, and goodness into the world is always worthwhile. We don't have to feel guilty about the things that give us joy. Joy in times of hardship is radical. Taking up space is radical. Get radical.
* It's almost never too late for a mea culpa. Donna Minkowitz on what she got wrong about the Brandon Teena story: "At the time, I was extremely ignorant about trans people. Like many other cis queer people at the time, I didn’t know that there were gay trans men, trans lesbians, bisexual trans folks, that being trans had nothing to do with whether you were straight or gay, and that trans activism was not, as some of us feared, an effort to stave off queerness and lead 'easier,' more conventional heterosexual lives. Even in New York City, someone like me, a journalist who considered myself very involved in queer radical politics, could be massively ignorant about what it meant to be transgender."
* My friend Joie and I came up with this thing we call rage platitudes. We text each other out of the blue something like MISERY IS INEVITABLE IN AN EGO-FUELED WORLD DOMINATED BY SOCIOPATHS. It's oddly...cathartic? Send me your best rage platitude and I'll include it in next week's newsletter.
More than ever, I'm reminded that the answer is almost always community. I understand the inclination to retreat – I spent a couple of days hiding out at home this week feeling unfit for public consumption – but if you're blue or overwhelmed or however you feel, call a friend. Come hang out with us in the FB group. Thursdays are the events thread, but you can post in there any time looking for an activity buddy or support.